OK, so, where were we? Bitch got her eviction notice, stopped payment on her final rent check, but still had until the 5th of the month to vacate (typo, apparently, whatever). The U-Haul in front of the house finally was gone as of the morning of the 5th, so looked good, right? Wrong. Pick-up still there with a table in it, things still on the walls, as seen through the windows.
Lawyer can now go before the judge, judge can call the cops, cops have up to two weeks to show up and tell her to put on her boogie shoes. Cannot believe they have two weeks to get this done, man, just roll a car and tell her it's out or jail, how hard is that? Worst case scenario, at this point, is that we wouldn't be able to get in there until there 24th, which would make that last week pretty full (clean new place, move, clean old place). Can do, just rather not. Anyway, that's where we are now...but it gets sillier.
Tami calls us this morning (the house owner), because she's doing everything she can to make the bitch leave. Started by turning off the water. No water means no washing, etc. Does the bitch leave? No, she just starts bathing in the hot tub. So, guess what gets turned off today? The power, that's what. No lights, no heat, no hot tub (unless you count a cold pool of water).
Seriously, what part of her tiny little reptilian hindbrain doesn't get it? Get the fuck out!